This was the first time Jenkins saw a gifter whose rank was lower than his own, and he stopped hesitating and punched him.
The man put his arm up to block the fist, took two steps back, and a layer of hoarfrost immediately covered his arm.
Taking out a dagger from his waist, the man endured the pain and grunted, and cut off the other ear. Startled, Jenkins reached out and grabbed the bloody ear, but was dodged with insufficient precision.
The man with bloodshot eyes looked up at Jenkins, muttered something in a low voice, his ears were thrown to the ground by him, and then multiplied rapidly. But in a moment, it turned into a wall of disgusting white flesh with bloodshot eyes blocking between Jenkins and the man.
"Twin Demons!"
A black-smoky figure appeared behind Jenkins' back, and then rushed towards the wall with an afterimage. After an even more deafening explosion, the wall of flesh collapsed into a puddle of blood, and the man had long since disappeared.
"what is going on?"
Jenkins turned to leave, because someone was running towards him from the other side of the street. There seemed to be something on the ground, and when I picked it up, it was a newspaper.
It was too late to take a closer look, and Jenkins quickly left this place full of surprises with the chocolate.
Finally, he didn't encounter any strange people on the way home. He took the newspaper home and cleaned Chocolate's four feet before putting him to bed. Jenkins finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why are there so many people wandering around in the middle of the night?"
He complained softly and sat down at the desk, turned on the desk lamp, and let the steady fire light illuminate the table.
This is a newspaper called "Iron Power Advocates". Although the name gives people a serious feeling, it is actually a tabloid. It mainly talks about the romantic affairs of the little nobles, or fabricates some appalling legends about going down.
Jenkins didn't subscribe to this newspaper, but he still found today's date at the top.
Looking back and forth, there are all strange reports, some of which are quite large in scale, and involve several well-known gentlemen in the city hall.
At the bottom of the page marked "3", this line was written crookedly in blue ink:
Go, be found!
Because before encountering the man, Jenkins, who was picking up leaves, confirmed that there was no litter on the nearby ground, so the newspaper could only be dropped by the man. And it was accidentally left behind, which just proved that this newspaper was not stored close to the body, but was put in the pocket or even held in the hand.
Jenkins reconstructed the possible situation. The man with one ear—no, no ear now—got the newspaper at night, found out the news, fled in a hurry and met Jenkins at the corner.
"interesting."
Thinking in his heart, he held up the newspaper and read it against the light, rubbed it gently with his hands a few times to make sure there was no interlayer, and then picked up a pencil.
Chocolate lying on the bed watched curiously as Jenkins held the pencil horizontally and carefully daubed on the top blank space of the newspaper. After a few minutes, a few scattered words appeared in the pencil print:
[Mr. M. Greenland
No. 13, Luyin Avenue, Eldron City]
Obviously, when someone was writing the envelope, he pressed the newspaper underneath, so some information remained here.
Jenkins doesn't know how much fate loves to joke, but he is very clear that he has known this address during the day. This is one of the possible addresses for believers of [Prince of Lies] provided by Mr. Topaz in the gem meeting.
But this is a bit too coincidental. I didn't know Eldron at all within a day, and now I even know the specific address. Jenkins, who was overly cautious, not only suspected that there was some conspiracy in it.
He does not intend to inform the church of this address now, at least not until he determines whether there is a problem with the address. And he couldn't explain where the address came from. After all, he was out in a disguise just now, and it would be bad if he was divined to the man in black.
"Try this address?"
An idea popped up.
"But it's impossible for me to go abroad now."
This is a fact.
"Then pretend again and write a letter to try to respond."
This is a good note, at least security will not be threatened. In order to avoid alarming the enemy, the letter should preferably not involve any sensitive information, be sent with a reasonable reason, and be likely to receive a reply.
In order to prevent reverse divination that the source of the letter is his own home, the letter paper was "drawn" by Jenkins. In this way, even if it is found that there is a problem with the source of the stationery, you will not implicate yourself.
He filled his pen with ink, put the cap on the back of the pen, thought it over, and wrote from the first line:
[Dear, kind stranger:
Hello. Allow me to introduce myself, I am a student of Sociology at San Pascatini College, Nolan, Fidetictli Kingdom. Our research team is conducting a very important social survey, which is part of our graduation project.
We have sent a total of 50 letters to the city of Elderland. If you have received them, this is the guidance of fate for us.
The school's graduation thesis requires us to investigate the living habits of different classes of people in the Cheslan Kingdom. I hope you can understand the word class. This topic is too large, so we chose the beautiful city of Elderland as the investigation site. I swear to the hermit, this is just an ordinary survey, a survey of living habits in different countries, we will never disclose your information.
At the end of the letter, we attached a survey form and a banknote as a reward for your help to us, as well as the postage for returning this letter.
Of course, after the project is over, we will give more thanks to those who have helped us.]
Satisfied with what he wrote, Jenkins tapped his head again:
"It should be written in a different handwriting, and it would be better written in a lady's handwriting."
While thinking, he opened the drawer, took out the letter from Miss Mary, imitated her handwriting, and projected the words on the paper in a more feminine tone.
In order not to cause trouble to my pen pal, I changed some details of the handwriting appropriately, only retaining the feminine features. Anyway, this is all written with [reading and writing], and it won't take too much time.
The social survey form is even easier. Jenkins was working on these things before he traveled. Although I don't really understand why an engineering student should do social research, but it should make sense.